Private Federal Bureau of Investigation Agent, P.F.I.
Project: Vigilant Eagle Investigation; V.E.I
Day 1 of Evaluating the Situation of Local Serial Killer, Flippy McClane.
This is a personal, secret investigation of a local murderer, First name Flippy, last name McClane.(*) Current Data: Two recent victims accounting of the event in which they were killed, one interview each. Each has promised to send in any information regarding new murders, victims, or any general strange behavior. Victims: Giggles and Cuddles, bear and rabbit.
Me: Alright, Giggles, take a seat. You are here to detail your encounter with a Mr. Flippy McClane, is that right?
Giggles: Umm, yes.
Me: Heh, don't worry, relax! I just have to go through formalities. Ok, you understand that everything you say in this room today can and will be used as evidence in a court of law?
Giggles: Uhh, umm, yes, I guess so. Heehee.
Me: Alright, now in your own words, can you describe the encounter as it occured?
Giggles: Ok. Me and Cuddles were at the Burger shop and-
Me: Sorry, Giggles, but can you specify the name of the restaurant?
Giggles: Sorry, I can't remember. Anyway, we both had a burger, me n' Cuddles-
Me, whispering: Cuddles and I...
Giggles: Cuddles had a drink, and we were sharing a big plate of fries. He went to put some ketchup on it, but he accidentally squirted it all over me.
Me: Did you react to that? Did you yell, or do anything that might be upsetting to someone else?
Giggles: Oh, no! I thought it was cute! We both started laughing. That's is when Flippy opened the door-
Me: Giggles, can you tell me how he looked?
Giggles: What do you mean? Like, how was he dressed?
Me: Well, that too, but did he look angry? Was he unkempt?
Giggles: Well, no actually, he looked happy. He was smiling. He was his normal sweet self. He was wearing his camo jacket, dogtags, and his beret.
Me: Normal sweet self? Can you explain a bit more on that?
Giggles: Well, when he isn't going crazy, he is actually one of the nicest, sweetest people I know. I can't imagine a bigger contrast between two people than him and his... Flipped self.
Me: That's very odd, isn't it? Quite curious indeed, that he should hold the capacity for such striking, different personalities in one...
Giggles: Is there anything else?
Me: Oh, I'm sorry, my dear, I was rambling to myself. Yes, I need to know what happened after that.
Giggles: Alright, he glanced around the room, and then saw me, and suddenly got this shocked look on his face. It was like he had seen a ghost. He started whimpering.
Me: Hmm, curious indeed. Go on.
Giggles: Well, then his eyes got really small, and the shock started to turn into... rage. He started growling, and he got little green irises. Cuddles didn't really see him, he was just drinking his soda, I think it was a Dr. peter, or maybe he got Sprine... Hmm, now that I think about it, I don't remember him ordering that. Did Petunia give him that for free? I wonder-
Me, sternly: Giggles, focus now, I must know - what happened?
Giggles: Oh, hee hee, sorry, right. Well, Cuddles was drinking on his - Oh yeah! It was a Sweet tea. Anyway, drinking that, and Flippy just frontflipped over, out of nowhere, and flung the table into the wall. Cuddles didn't really get what was going on, he just kinda looked at Flippy, drinking away, and Flippy grabbed his straw from him. Then, he... Well, he... He kinda... Stabbed Cuddles with it. In the neck. Then Cuddles started screaming.
Me: Oh? And how did Flippy look when he watched Cuddles screaming?
Giggles: Well he... Hmm, I just realized, I don't know! I was paying attention to Cuddles the whole time. Sorry.
Me: That's ok, Giggles, just tell us what you do know.
Giggles: Ugh, Cuddles was terrified at losing that much blood, so he figured - ugh - he figured that if he drank it, it would be going back into his body. Of course, that didn't work. he got real pale, and bled to death. I was screaming by then, and I looked for Flippy, but he was gone. No, not gone, hidden. I looked up finally, and at the same time I saw him hanging above me, he stuck the ketchup and mustard bottles into my ears. Then he squeezed, and the force blew out a lot of parts of my head, causing the stuff to come out my nose. And- and-
Me: That's alright, Giggles, you don't need to go any further. Can I assume that about when you died?
Giggles: Yeah, but Petunia was still alive after I died, wasn't she?
Me: Ahh, yes, but unfortunately, she was not available for comment. Apparently, that was one of her more traumatizing and gruesome deaths. I think we've go everything from you and Cuddles, thank you.
Giggles: No problem! I'll be keeping a lookout for Flippy going crazy!
Me: Alright, go ahead and turn off the recorder, I think we've-
This recording was taken on the week before I started my pursuit and analyzation.
Flippy's actions today, 12 hour clock:
1 am - 6 am
Sleeping
6 am - 6:45 am
Ate breakfast
6:45 am - 7am
Shower
7 am - 11 am
Work out:
Treadmill
Punching bag
Barbell Incline Bench Press - 12 Reps
Jump Rope
BenchPress
Dips
Weight Training
11 am - 4 pm
Jobhunting on foot: Sent in application to:
Local Hard-Hat Construction Center ( Manager threw away application after Flippy left)
McDannies ( Turned out to be the burger place Flippy killed Cuddles and Giggles at)
8-12 Convenience Store
Clam Gas-station
Local traveling carnival
4 pm - 4:30 pm
Stayed in room with curtains closed: Unspecified activity
4:30 pm - 11 pm
Came out of room, was wearing band T-shirt for KoRn, dog tags, beret, jacket wrapped around waist. Left the house, walked on foot for two hours, about 9 miles, to an outdoor concert.
Bands:
KoRn
Disturbed
Slipknot
System Of A Down
Drowning Pool
Queens of the Stone Age
Nine Inch Nails
Rage Against the Machine
Marilyn Manson
A Perfect Circle
Rob Zombie
11 pm - Midnight
Walking Home, procured a stick, cloth, and a few belongings from somewhere.
Daily Appraisal:
Flippy did not kill or 'flip out' the entire day. He ended the night still walking home. The loud hard rock music seemed an iffy idea, but surprisingly, although Flippy entered the mosh pit, battering and being battered, he did not seem any more violent than anyone else at the concert. Possibilities: It was a coincidence that he did not flip, or possibly, 'Evil' Flippy was lulled by the music, or enjoyed it, and did not feel the need to be violent. It could be that the music was something Flippy liked before the war, or perhaps it is a general stress - reliever. Other options to consider- Flippy could get a radio or CD player at home.
Day 2 of evaluation:
1 am - 1:45 am
Walked, found Cuddles, Giggles, and Flaky having a camp-out, and was invited to join. By now, the camo jacket was back on, all evidence of concert gone. He smiled, dropped the stick, and sat next to the fire, warming his hands. All seems well, until the fire pops out at him, causing him to gasp and cower a bit. Then, he seems to really notice the fire for the first time. He whimpers pitifully, and then begins growling, much like Cuddles and Giggles described. What ensued was slaughter. 'Evil' Flippy shrieked an ungodly sound and threw himself across the fire, smashing Cuddles in the face with a large rock, splattering Giggles with blood.
She, of course, screamed, although 'Evil' took no notice of it. He was grinning, quite horribly so, and went back over to Cuddles, swiftly ripping his stomach open. He reached in, pulling his entrails out and pulled them around Giggles' neck, repeatedly choking and effectively killing her. Only now does Flaky take notice of what's going on, and retreats in terror to her sleeping bag, zipping it up, hoping to go unnoticed or be forgotten. Unfortunately, she had no such luck. Evil picked her up, bag and all, and tossed her onto the flame. Evil laughed with psychotic glee at her piercing shrieks, roasting a marshmallow on the heat from her burning body.
1:45 am - 2:00 am
Flippy finally took control again, to stare in shock at the bloody scene before him. Flaky was still screaming, but although Flippy pulled out her sleeping bag from the fire, trying in vein to open it, she was far beyond any help. Wincing, he decided to spare her the pain of a slow death, and reached down, striking the back of her neck, breaking it. She went still and silent. Flippy's eyes filled with tears, looking around, and he sat on the ground, beginning to cry. He leaned over, pounding his head with his fists, angrily.
2:00 am - 6:00 am
Flippy slowly walked home.
6 am - 4 pm
Sleeping.
4 pm - 4:30 pm
Flippy woke up, went to his desk and chair, and sat down. He stared for a long time at a straight razor, sitting on his desk. There was nothing else on the desk. He drew himself up, and pulled of his jacket. I see now that his stomach and back have long, deep scars, and it seems safe to assume where the majority of them have come from. He picks up the blade, and stares at it. Then, he draws it across his chest, one shoulder to the other, and blood begins to drip straight down from the wound. Then, he plunges the razor into his neck.
Daily Appraisal:
Three deaths, suicide. The fire is a trigger, and was incorporated into the murder. 'Evil' is just as he was described, ruthless, cold, and gleeful in his murder. Will take a break until Flippy, Giggles, Cuddles, and Flaky have all come back, and will continue. End of day 2.
This is chapter one of a very unusual Flippy story! :D :D
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